The Shadow of Great Britain-Chapter 683 - 332 The Big Hand in Financial City_3

This time, the assassination prompted the Home Office to push forward the legislation of the "Municipal Police Act."

The Foreign Office had managed to suppress the public calls for aid to Poland, and Lloyd’s had decreased the potential risk of war between Russia and Britain.

The Cabinet now had a justified reason to intensify the inspection and quarantine of foreign immigrants in cholera prevention, and it could also have a shot at the Liverpool municipal authorities, which had been hypocritical on various issues in recent years.

As for the Russians, they could rest easy gathering up Poland without worrying that Britain might stab them in the back. As for Poland’s ally, the French...

The fact that Talleyrand had taken the initiative to contact someone as insignificant as Arthur suggested that their situation was indeed dire. The old cripple didn’t turn to his old friend Duke Wellington but instead chose to start from the level of someone like Arthur. This in itself indicated that he was only trying to make a final effort before things completely fell through.

As Arthur thought of this, he suddenly picked up the document and casually threw it into the fireplace in the room.

He watched the paper burn in the flames, curl up, and disintegrate, merely stroking his forehead’s hair and muttering, "Sorry, Mr. Talleyrand, but I’m afraid I can’t help you this time. However, a man of your distinction ought to understand that this is not because I don’t value our friendship, but because this question was a multiple-choice question from the start."

As Arthur was speaking, suddenly, the door to the office was pushed open.

"Arthur..."

Louis, with the document he had just received in his hands, said with an indecisive expression, "Mr. Harrison, he..."

Arthur seemed to have anticipated this, as he just poured two glasses of wine and handed one to Louis.

"What happened? Hanging, drowning, jumping from a building, surely it can’t be the old Russian method of having a stroke, can it?"

Louis fell silent for a moment, then replied, "He committed suicide with a letter opener, and before he died, he left a handwritten letter admitting he had hired an assassin to go to Liverpool. Furthermore, the inquiry committee found several money orders he had sent to the assassin at Harrison’s residence."

Hearing this, Arthur drank the wine in his glass in one gulp and then opened a drawer of his desk, where four investigation reports that he had prepared in advance were stored. This time, he chose the one on the top.

Arthur handed the document to Louis, commanding, "There are two copies inside, one to be handed to Chief Rowan and the other, please, deliver to the Home Secretary, Viscount Melbourne."

Louis didn’t need to read what was written inside; he understood Arthur’s intentions perfectly.

However, at that moment, he still hoped to resist, and Louis hinted, "According to the internal training manual you compiled, if the victim’s body has more than two fatal knife wounds and the wound distribution is also chaotic, even more incomprehensible is that knife handle..."

"Louis," Arthur put down his glass and asked, "What is the full name of the training manual?"

Louis blurted out, "Report! ’Criminal Investigation Manual’."

"That’s right," Arthur shrugged, "This is a political crime, not a criminal offense, so the manual does not apply to this case. As to why there are multiple fatal knife wounds on Mr. Harrison’s body, I am inclined to think that he was rather strong-willed."

Hearing Arthur’s words to this extent, Louis finally stopped insisting.

He sighed, nodded, and said, "Alright, I understand."

He picked up the document, turned around to leave, and rested his hand on the doorknob for quite some time, the more he thought about it, the more he felt unsettled.

How could Napoleon’s family bear such an indignity?

While he was still processing his emotions, he heard Arthur’s voice from behind him.

"Some cases are not urgent. Although there is only one truth, in most cases, people transform it into many forms. Clay figures can’t withstand the rain, and the truth can’t withstand investigation. We have a long road ahead of us. If they urgently need a truth now, then give them one. Next, we just need to wait quietly and see what eventually comes to the surface, to see what they really want to do."

Upon hearing this, Louis suddenly turned around and asked Arthur, "What do you think they really want to do?"

"I don’t know," Arthur said, lifting his glass and looking out the window onto Whitehall, "I just feel that the Whig Party’s disputes seem more covert and complex than those of the Tory Party."